There were a pair of spruce trees in my neigbourhood, grew up side by side, entwined. The wind storm last fall took one down, and the remaining one, having spent decades growing in a shared space, stands now with an implied emptiness of the tree fallen. A space made up of places where branches used … More Standing Strong
So, I thought I’d take a moment to consolidate the Love of the Living Dead serial that was spread out in bits and pieces over about 30 days of my 100 days project. Here’s where it begins: Day 50 – Zombie Love. and I’ll add links to the following instalments at the end of each … More Zombie Love
Frank pulls at the dead branches, cutting and breaking away the dead wood, fuming… for no real reason, but fuming. Bored and restless he’s tired of hiding out in this garden, hiding under Gloria’s protective wing. They don’t talk much about the zombie-ism but it’s always there, the fact he isn’t “normal.” She’s tried to … More Day 80 – Love of the Living Dead
I’ve been carrying sidewalk chalk around with me since the 10,000 views party where I had people go out and write random love notes on the sidewalk. Walking around after the party reading those notes made me very happy. Despite my best intentions I hadn’t written another sidewalk chalk love note since. I was always … More Day 78 – random acts of love
This one’s for you mama…. My mom spent her working years as a nurse. A member of that noble-hearted profession of caregivers, nurturers, comforters of the ailing. My mother also has a rather warped sense of humour. To this day, if you ask her how my dad broke his toe (something that happened well over … More Day 72 – Florence Frickin’ Nightingale
Valerie Roney 